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Butterflies excitedly flutter in my gut, but I remain seated in my chair even though I want to fly off it and go visit him immediately.
HOLLYN: Still on that date.
REID: End it.
HOLLYN: You expect me to bail?
REID: I do.
REID: You think he’s worth another second?
HOLLYN: No.
REID: Then I don’t see the problem.
REID: You know you like me better, anyway.
I do.
And I should’ve told Weston no last night when I had an insanely perfect moment with Reid.
Not that it meant anything.
Still, admitting it in my head makes me feel more stupid, so I slide off my chair and grab my purse.
This date is officially over.
And so are my feelings and the crush I had developed for Weston. He can feel however it is he wants to feel about it. He knew what I wanted, and he still dragged me out with no intention of dating me.
I stride for the bar, keeping my focus locked on Reid, when a few people walk in front of him and I take the opportunity to try to settle my nerves.
This man does things to me that Weston has failed to do.
There’s never been a moment where Weston has looked at me like he’s wanted to devour me in one go. That he’s maybe even thought about it. Weston has never kissed me—I don’t want him to—but I already know it’d be solely compared to Reid, and he won’t even come close to how reckless and freeing it feels.
Closer to Reid, I’m almost on top of him with how packed the place is getting the later it gets into the night. I have to crane my head all the way back to look up at him, and he’s staring down at me like he found his prey after all.
“There she is,” he mutters deeply. “You finally got rid of the trash and decided to have a good time.”
I perk a brow. “What did you have in mind?”
“A drink first. But I saw that you barely touched yours.”
“Was turned off.”
He nods before shifting to the side a bit and patting the wooden stool he saved. “Here, sit.”
As gracefully as possible, I climb onto the high stool and notice that he has nowhere to sit. I open my mouth, about to tell him we can leave, when he steps forward and forces my thighs wider so that my knees don’t bump into his.
With one hand, he props his palm along the edge of the bar, causing him to lean in closer to me, and my breath catches.
Those hazel eyes are too much for me right now. I was just disappointed moments ago, but now I can’t help but be bothered by those thoughts.
Reid is here.
And that’s literally all my head and body want to focus on right now. All I needed to shift this night into being savable.
“What’ll it be, Shorty?” he asks me. “You a fruity girl, or do you like hard stuff?”
